These pregnant clouds of moments wont carry the burden forever
And someday the rains
Will heal us
Relive us
Atone our sins
And stop these sad melodies

Carved on my forehead are the meanings of your drippy name
And sticking on my tongue is the taste of your hidden beauty
Glorious tear in it's way to touch the cold air
In it's journey to reach the solid ground below my existence

Rid my wings from distance
And turn the other page